The two of them took all the books away before the police arrived and returned to the courtyard. Aunt Lin was a little uncomfortable seeing so many books: "Are you going to open a bookstore at home?"
"Auntie Lin, these are all evidence!" Shan Cong said, "We are solving the case."
Aunt Lin had no idea what they were talking about, so she just asked, "I'll make fish tonight. Officer Shan, please stay for dinner."
"Okay, I want to eat fish too." In this courtyard, except for Aunt Lin who doesn't regard him as a policeman, no one else takes him, a people's policeman, seriously.
Mu Zishan put all the books in the room. It is said that a writer's works reflect his thoughts and life to a certain extent.
Aunt Lin saw the two people busy at work from outside and felt really sorry for them, so she ground some coffee for them and brought it over.
"Thank you, Aunt Lin!" said Shan Cong.
"You're welcome. Remember to come out for dinner later."
"knew."
Shanmu glanced at him and asked, "How many books have you read?"
He continued to read with his head down. This person's writings were mostly about unofficial history. He stood up to stretch his legs and saw Zhuo Qiang and Lu Yang working out. Then he looked at Mu Zishan and sighed. Who had he done such a competitive woman?
"Come and take a look," Shanmu said. "He said here that the layout of the tomb conforms to the principles of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. What does that mean?"
"This might be related to feng shui. Ancient people valued the harmony of yin and yang," he said, pointing to an illustration in the book. "It's all about choosing an ideal location."
She had read books on the subject before, but most of them dealt with astronomical observations and vague theories based on past experience. But when she thought about it carefully, it seemed to have some scientific basis.
She went back and flipped through several books with the same description. This person paid attention to the location of the tomb. The relative positions of all objects and the dead, as well as the layout were so similar.
"Ancient tomb, there seems to be another article here," Shan Cong took a book, "It seems that he is very knowledgeable about this kind of place."
"The structure of his tombs is almost identical to the one in Hunan," she concluded, comparing the photos she had collected with those she had obtained from him. "He must have been to this place."
"I think so," Shan Cong said, "otherwise why would he write in such detail." He seemed to have discovered something, "I just saw an article about sacrifice." He searched for a while, took it out, and read, "Before people go down, there must be a grand ceremony. Meeting the dead with blood is a noble respect for the owner of the tomb. Judging from the specifications inside, it is a woman who lives here. A woman's tomb is cold and gloomy, and needs some masculine energy..."
Mu Zishan listened carefully and began to connect the two people who died in the ancient tomb. If he guessed correctly, it should be related to this kind of sacrificial activity. But apart from this, they did not get any more clues. Who is the person behind them is still a mystery.
"Dan Cong, Zishan is ready to eat." Aunt Lin called from outside.
"I understand," Shan Cong put down the book and ran out, accidentally spilling coffee on the pages of the book.
Shanmu could only clean up the mess and wipe away the marks with paper. Water molecules moved much faster than she could, and the pages were all wet at once, but faint marks appeared on them, as if they had been written on with a pen.
She held the pages up to the light, and the marks became more obvious: there were words. She wet several books in this way, searching for the writing, and sure enough, she found five words: "The Great Flood of the Tomb."
What was she thinking? The last time she went to Hunan, it rained a few times heavily. What did it matter?
Lu Yang walked in: "Do you need help?"
"No thanks." She put the things on the floor and followed him to the living room.
Aunt Lin looked at her distressedly: "I made some soothing soup, Zishan must drink some later."
"Thank you, Aunt Lin." Mu Zishan said.
Shan Cong next to him had already eaten several bowls of rice: "Auntie Lin, the rice you cook is so delicious."
"You look so hungry," Aunt Lin said as she served him some food. "I'll make something you like tomorrow."
"Aunt Lin, you are so kind to me."
Zhuo Qiang and Lu Yang looked at him. They had no idea he was so good at flattering others. Look how happy Aunt Lin was. Lu Yang helped Shanmu pick up some food and said, "Eat more."
"That's right, you're so thin, a gust of wind could blow you away," Zhuo Qiang also helped her with some food. "Grow a little fatter, and you won't be afraid of anything."
"Oh!" She was thinking about her own things and said perfunctorily.
At night she lay in the yard, listening to the sound of flowing water, and gradually fell asleep. In her dream she returned to the tomb, and the flood flooded the entire space.
Someone emerged from the tomb. It was a woman, dressed in a red wedding gown. She stood beside the bronze vessel, her fingers dripping with blood. The drops of blood filled the entire container, turning the water red. She couldn't see the person in front of her. She could sense another person entering the tomb. He was a man, holding a dagger. He had also cut his finger, but his blood wasn't red, but blue. The two people's blood mixed together, becoming increasingly unclear. Suddenly, there was a sound, the water disappeared, and everything became quiet. The woman lay in the coffin, and the man collapsed to the ground.
She opened her eyes, the water was still flowing in her ears, and a few stars in the sky were brighter. She got up and went back to her room, lying in bed but couldn't fall asleep.
The people from the Criminal Investigation Bureau came again, and Zhuo Qiang stopped them outside: "What do you want to do?"
"Is Mu Zishan here?"
"Is there anything I can tell her?" Zhuo Qiang asked.
The officer stepped forward and said, "We're not here to cause her any trouble. We just have something to show her."
Zhuo Qiang shrugged: "You can come in, the others will wait outside."
The female police officer behind him was unhappy: "You are obstructing public service. I can sue you."
"Do you need me to hire a lawyer now?" Zhuo Qiang said.
"Just wait outside," the officer said.
Lu Yang came back from running and saw someone at the door. He quickly walked in and saw Mu Zishan and a policeman sitting in the yard talking about something. He returned to the living room and drank some water: "What's going on?"
"Who knows? I think it has something to do with the books in that room."
"Is everything alright?"
Zhuo Qiang patted his shoulder: "She is just a detective, not a murderer. These people can't find any trouble with her."
"That's right," Lu Yang said, feeling relieved. "I'm just afraid it will be the same as last time."
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